Picture Postcard From The Other World (Philip Levine Poems)
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
Philip Levine Poems on Faces (15 Poems)
Something Has Fallen (Philip Levine Poems)
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
Gangrene (Philip Levine Poems)
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
You Can Have It (Philip Levine Poems)
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
I Won, You Lost (Philip Levine Poems)
The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor and drifts like fine dust across the face of the gilt-framed ...
Among Children (Philip Levine Poems)
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
Father (Philip Levine Poems)
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house ...
Those Were The Days (Philip Levine Poems)
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
In The New Sun (Philip Levine Poems)
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
The Present (Philip Levine Poems)
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
My Fathers, The Baltic (Philip Levine Poems)
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
Everything (Philip Levine Poems)
Lately the wind burns the last leaves and evening comes too late to be of use, lately I learned that ...
Once (Philip Levine Poems)
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
The Rat Of Faith (Philip Levine Poems)
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
Red Dust (Philip Levine Poems)
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...